when your heart grows nostalgic,
of all the people and places that almost
felt like home, when your troubled eyes
wonder through pictures of yesterday,
that even your face looks strange enough,
that you've grown so hateful,
of the wrinkles on your once youthful skin.

when you seek for a missing piece,
a possible explanation for all the voids
in your life, and you find her on a picture
when you were young and full...